See? I can break out of the box.

It’s been a decent day. Did not end up depressed, at least not yet, knock on wood. Started the day right by getting dressed as soon as I got up. I was still sleepy as hell, though, but I fought through it and got myself to a decent state of waking.

Admittedly, drinking a liter of Diet Coke helped.

and I got done the little things I was planning to do. Like finally getting Netflix working again. It stopped working because the payment was due Tuesday and I didn’t get my check till Wednesday. So they suspended my account till I paid up.

This has happened an embarrassing amount of times. They’re so patient with me. They know I will pay eventually.

So Wednesday, I cashed my cheque and put $30 on my brand spanking new VISA from Vancity, and the next day, I went to switch my Netflix account over to the new VISA instead of that piece o’ crap Money Mart one I used for years.

And it wouldn’t work. I put in all the information perfectly but it just said “This information cannot be verified”. That could mean a lot of things, but usually, in my experience, it means the network that does that kind of thing is down or otherwise fucked up from my point of view.

So I tried again later, then tried again a couple times on Friday, but it still didn’t work. And I was just about to throw int he towel and call tech support for my credit card and see WTF was up in the what-what today, but I decided it was worth one more try to see if the damned thing would work this time.

And of course, it did.

So Netflix is back in town, and I can continue watching Scrubs.

Ordered in tonight, which I am proud of. Not only does ordering in mean dealing with the dreaded telephone, it also meant I had to find out how to buzz the delivery person in. In the past, both of those would be big gumption traps. But not today. I decided I wanted to do it, found out what I needed to find out to do it, and did it. And it was good.

Well, decent. I took a risk and ordered a combo with foo young in it. Turns out I still don’t like it and neither does my stomach. But otherwise, it was good food. Cost about the same as eating in a restaurant and I didn’t even have to put my shoes on to do it.

Plus I got fried wontons. Num.

The place I ordered from, Bamboo Express, has a strange definition of “egg roll” though. And I knew this, because I have ordered from them before, but forgot. What they call an egg roll is this lump of fried batter the size and shape of a potato with a token amount of fried bean sprouts inside.

That’s not an egg roll. That’s a vegetarian corn dog. That’s a corn dog without the dog part. Sadly, that doesn’t mean it’s only corn. I would be happy with corn. I love corn.

But I don’t like corn dogs. I find them quite gross. And my opinion of these “egg rolls in name only (ERINOs)” is not much better. So, never ordering THOSE again.

So technically, I didn’t like two major components of my meal. But I ordered both of them, and it’s not their fault I don’t like them. Nor is it the restaurant’s fault. Live and learn, and all that.

Been pondering the environment and global warming lately, and I have decided that the enlightened behaviourist solution will never work. It was doomed from the start. The idea that you could save the world via getting people to voluntarily make drastic changes in their lifestyles for highly abstract reasons was never realistic or practical. But it took over environmentalism because was the nice-guy solution that jibed with the left wing’s general wimpiness.

Other solutions, more realistic ones, like political change and the technological solution, involve too much confrontation, hard work, and dealing with icky things like science and compromise for the liberal masses to handle. They prefer to live on a puffy pink cloud where they can pretend that just making people “aware” will magically solve the problem without them having to do a single thing outside of their left wing comfort zone.

But hey…. it’s only the future of the human race we are dealing with here. No reason to crimp your style.

So fuck the behavioural solution. And fuck the political solution too. Any plan that involves the world coming together as one to confront a problem in a mature and responsible fashion is a long shot to say the least. I am not saying that it’s impossible, but seeing as time is a factor, I don’t think we can afford to wait around.

The technological solution is the only one with any likelihood of success. It’s going to be up to people like Elon Musk, which I suppose should make the Objectivists happy. It’s going to be science that gets us out of this mess. If the equator is still habitable by human beings ten years from now, in 2025, it will be because we invented solutions to the problems caused by the unforeseen effects of our previous inventions.

Global consciousness is on the rise, thanks to the Internet. Walls are coming down at a breathtaking pace. People from opposite sides of the world are sharing the same links, laughing at the same memes, and talking about the same news stories.

But it’s still too slow. We need inventions that eliminate the need for lifestyle changes entirely, or that at least lower the lifestyle cost to something reasonable. People are willing to change, but only to a point. Anything that would be a major disruption to their life will get rejected out of hand.

It is science and science alone that will save humanity from itself.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.